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THE ARTIST AT HAND

MERRY CHRISTMAS

DRAWING DONE   CHRISTMAS  2011

I am me!
Creator of
The element of surprise
Line by line
I create the unknown
I develop cross contour
I express through thought
Still life amazes me
I define
I accentuate the inevitable
I am infatuated
In awe
I draw
Developing style
Portraits I portray
Figure
It's astounding
Must I see
Visions in my head
I view
Yet I am mastering my abilities
Constructive criticism
Is my key to success
With the line
I developed a piece of art
In the conclusion
I see the illusion
It is complex
I tried to understand
Definition
Indefinitely
I am
Drawing through my mind
The line it may cease
It's a matter of opinion
It's a masterpiece!

MERRY CHRISTMAS

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Memories all lingering through my mind
Tis the season! I yet to find
Special moments - captured within
May God Bless each day of Christmas at last
And may the memories current be part of our past
Breath - with God each walking mile
May the holy spirit become you
And may each moment bless our hearts
As we celebrate the beauty of life
Our lord's birthday and his death
That leads us not into temptations
And welcomes our way to eternal life
God Bless to all my readers , with love
And may he be with you in the skies above....

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WOUNDED

Blackened be that of the soul
Hence! Marking my precious mind
I look into these bruised yet dead eyes
The black skies - they dwell upon me
Battered by society - I wake each day
The mental images one thus blurry
Today I imagine hues of radiance
My id and my ego is prominently wise
I disguise myself of reality
My heart feels pain - Yet I am sane
The blizzard swarms with a flurry
And my tender body aches as if
I am delirious in thought
I reckon life is full of treading waters
Yet I sink and I swim faltered
I am but another victim in life
Of circumstance - and the last dance
I step waltzing to no tune - at all
The ballad moves me - yet I stand still
Encouraged by yet another valid issue
Inflicting - striking me in my seat
What shall set forth to meet
The christian world - morality
Yet I ponder - Where? - Who?- How?
I am walking in life still alone now.

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Just sharing a PAINTING I DID FOR CLASS . I'll POST SOON.

Have a beautiful day!

A painting I did in COLLEGE with a corresponding poem

Radiant with hues
Warm to cool
Vivid of the imagination
I contemplate
I recognize form
I exhaust all efforts
I tremble with vibes
Shining within composition
I see clarity
With one extreme to the other
I wake with the morning dew
I am organic in style
I am thus, Art
I am a painting
Beyond comparison
I see blues
I speak a climax
Of color coordination
And I portray the spotlight
Day and night
Is seen within me
I regard respect
My time is of value
I exist from hours
Of tedious creation
I explore the inevitable
Producing charm
I recognize this
The opportunity
To look at me
I recognize consistency
I am power
Hopefully! I see
In my paths.

DRAWING FIGURE

DRAWING FIGURE

Line by line I draw, I build definition
Conclusions enter my mind in time
I create depth and value,
Negative space is implied with a loving touch
The delicate hand persuades
I define an opinion, I erase fault
I falter! I correct and I challenge
I emphasize LINE! I blemish it
I am content! I am with art.
I sit I ponder! I wonder
Yet now that the conclusion comes near
I speculate at the finished goods
I dramatize with the end
Thus I touch it up
I add contour and voila!

Mystical YOU

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It's magic!  I ponder at the heavenly skies
I am mesmerized, the blizzard snow
Enchanting as it glistens, I know
I am beneath the covered ground
I die! My blossoms no longer bloom
My growth stunts, My symbolism
It stagnates til spring, and the thorn
At my waking hour pricks me
Into reality that me, the rose
Realistically in my life as prose
I will capture the soul mate
And as the midnight hour
Approaches at twilight
I am blessed with the sight
I hold dear my precious bud
I have a heart of gold, I treasure
In turn I am sentimentally numb
Having class! Poise and Etiquette
In the present I approach
A style of my own, charmed
Now beneath the tree
The anthology written by me
The rose blooms clearly
In the body of the book
If only each word written
If only you would take a look
I stand tall still as the rose
My audience is you
Merry Christmas to my readers
I am the rose! Mystical me
I am in Beauteous Be Poesy
I am blessed , beauteous be.  

SANTA CLAUS

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From dusk to dawn! I ponder at the thoughts
Mystical flakes in my sight, I see
The spirit of love awaiting me
I reminisce into the past, wondering
What shall I perceive in my wildest dreams
Beauty in the heavenly skies, it seems
On Christmas day, when I should wake
May the gift of poetry should I partake.

I SPECULATE

Imagery strikes my fancy
I take a second look
It is an attraction
I speculate
I see visions
I take a stance
Rhythm enters my mind
I seek hues
Capturing me within
I ponder at the thought
Still I am appalled
At the given situation
I spoke
I hid the evident
The stroke amazes me
I painted words
I listened
And I saw the light
Tunnel vision
It blinded me
And with reality
The world around me
Took me by surprise
It glistens
And although I did
No one listens..

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I woke! The day inspired me
As I sit with the animosity in the air
Dark, gloomy skies embedded in my mind
The past coming up - What do I find?
I see memories - I see influence strikes me
Bruised by m audience - I write
Reflections flow with my pen
My face exclaims - I remember when
I have a touch of reality, it flows
The smile on my face, it goes
I seek words to express my desires
I am perplexed and as I sit
I ponder - Do I recollect?
My morning happy with glee?
Your overall attitude is effecting me
I show empathy? I watch the shadows
In my mind - they confuse me
They are settled in my mind
I caution - What is today?
My day of reckoning
I set forth to stride
My feelings, I am reluctant to hide
I sound off at the sight
You're surrounding me instead
I am desperate - you are in my head
I woke! I listened! Your words transpired
And I am doomed this was the inspiration
I am speechless! I write with exclamation!

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CLEARLY A VISION

Beauty! Inspired by the eyes of God
Vividly beautiful visions in my mind
My senses are awake - I feel, I see
The luster - the elegance of the charming rose
I recollect the memories as they linger
Petal by petal - breath taking the bud
I touch the velvety flower with it's thorn it is silk
I am mesmerized by it's loving abilities
My cognitive thoughts then embrace me
As it multiplies by the dozen - the bouquet
I breathe the prominence of it's scent
The sweet fruit  gives breath it overpowers me
The beauty of " how do I love thee?" thus I say
I say it with a rose- here it is for you
My mind wanders and those visions I see
Of it's bloom embedded in my brain
Would overwhelm me and then I taste the bud
Embracing myself I do then clearly refrain
From bitter thoughts of my life I endure
I see God's beauty can always open the door
Beneath the snow in these winter blues
I visualize my precious rose it grows
Stunted til life remarkably resurrects
Thus the beloved rose in the ground God protects
We open our eyes and soon the visions in bloom
Our senses are clear and the rose be our breath
To build A love binding growth of life after death...

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                                                        MY THOUGHT PROCESS


Thinking ! I see images of beauteous buds
The rose - It tranquilizes me
I see , love!  As the climbers bloom
And I am hypnotized as I enter the room
The sentiment on my precious mind
My flowers!  God's beauty I find
Warms my heart - remarkable!
Yet what is love ? I've yet to see
My reflections that I see of personality
I walk alone - Loving the roses symbolism
I seek love - yet what I find so true
Blues skies - blue skies beauteous
On my mind ! they darken like a storm
Stormy , stormy  nights - I see
The blues ! That precious flower wilts
I dry it - I preserve its beauty
Yet I see no love in my heart
I walk independently - I walk alone
I listen ! I hear words - I am me
Strong minded in my personality
In life I grew cold - I protect my heart
I am thinking straight , my feelings start
To harden ! The world corrupted me
I grow the rose ! My bush might too bloom
It means more to me - to watch it grow
Yet it's precious meaning is ridiculed
My pot-pourrie , I make handmade and I save
Each petal from the womb of the seed
May the dried flowers I preserve
Sit on dearly planted on my grave
I then cultivate the soil - the weed
Life after death - I see beauty
I look around me - What I deserve
In my gardens that I walk - I see
My flowers I grow I want with me
Surrounding me , I planted with love
Of my soul - May my spirits glow
Memories - down memory lane
I think, I ponder and I look back
Wounded by society - the heart is black...

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COLOR MY WORLD

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COLOR MY WORLD                                      POEM                   A Dramatic Monologue        
The iris - the spectrum in my glistening eyes
Beauty be that of the rainbow , hues on my face
Pigments painting mental images in my brain
Bewitching in art - coloring this my world
Enchanting the raindrops from the skies - so high
Elegantly creating the beauteous hues I trace
I conclude - the beaming shades of awe
What a beauteous phenomena perplexed wondering why?
The wonder amazed in the pupil of my eye
Visions- seeing the glamorous trees
I paint the birch - flows with black and white beauty
Thus I also see shades and the bark is so prominent
Luscious the white - the ivory - imbedded in my mind
And the branches of the willow also flowing with the wind
With the breeze on my face - and autumn leaves we find
Ah --  gardens  - flowers prominent too of hue
Bouquets of roses reflecting on to you
I see the mountains - I see the waters
Still tracing the reflections in my id - my mind
Mentally I see blossoms - I see a solid rock
Of which to stand - God bless our land
May we walk paths feeding our eyes with colors
Predominant - Imagery now in I see the light
Painting the pictures in the beauty of daylight
In my world thus I appreciate and this I love
With the sunrise too in my eyes from skies above
I am walking in life with God side by side
Instilling thoughts in my mind inside and outside
And may the world be always glistening
With thoughts in mind that God is always listening.
 

HUES LET IT BE

HUES LET IT BE

Beauteous - beauteous be
The sun crept onto me
Oh-sun sunshine - Let the sunrise
            creep unto me
Beauteous beautiful hues
Hypnotizing - Let it really
Up with the sun - asleep with the
   moon and at eve with the stars
The sun still comes up - rays
beautiful hues waking up loving you
Imagine yourself - in the night sky
with the clear , moonless night
Hypnotized by the sunray , imagine
the day - no sun no sunlight
The stars - to gaze - the immense
challenge - the stars eternity
Complicate - also with simplicity - if
           with that of integrity
Standing beneath the sky - the
      creation to perception
The miracle for our keen sense to
      experiences to view
With the eye day after day - night
     after the night sky
Mesmerized by its beauty-
the intellectual ability
To create the night sky - We also
create an opinion , Inevitably  
  

THE ENDANGERED SPECIES - LION

THE ENDANGERED SPECIES

I am in the wild! I play
I think ! I ponder
Beneath the stars
I tremble
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You look into my eyes
Breathless
You feel fear
Although I am afraid
I may be in existence
Next year
Hence!
I wonder
How long I live
Hence I appreciate
All that you give......

BUYING TIME

I stand alone in my life dedicated
My values they are set high
I see a world corrupted - yes I view
Through these eyes I am wounded
I see so many things that money can't buy
I  , up with the sun - shining beautifully
The rays mesmerize me and I am inclined
With the hues on my face blessing my soul
And nurturing my body with warmth
The skies bewilder my strength
With the power of GOD , I start my day
I look at the blooming gardens
I walk through the flowers , day by day
I pick a bud - I smell the sweet aroma
Looking at life differently than most
I challenge the rocks of which I stand
I then walk in the trails of wilderness
The trees representing life - I see
I meditate - I am hypnotized by beauty
And if I walk in the waves and ponder
The caps rolling with the prominent wind, indeed
And the waterfalls sprinkling unto me
It's justified in life that I must too
Spend my day by day cultivating the weed
Mile after mile - I am astounded
I appreciate the beauty within me
Capturing each precious moment in my mind
I build dreams with the sun today
And each day I pass the day wondering
Shall the beaming sun running down my face
With those elegant - prominent hues
Suppress the calamity and eliminate the blues....

I THINK

I think with my id
My aura around my head
My mentality becomes me
I am beside myself
My IQ - I challenge instead
And hence! I awaken
The knock on the door
Sinks further in my brain
Day after day - my senses
Are aware and somehow I am smiling
I go hand in hand
Like the footprints in the sand
And I walk the beaches
Of the utmost dissatisfaction
I tremble
I slept dreaming in peace
Now time marches on
And the knock may cease
And at my door
I see- another
Animosity
I am surrounded with vibes
Thus , I am brave
I take notice
I am full of grace
Am I in my place
Or shall I say
Did you today?
Push me!
Indeed , I am
And I caution
Tomorrow
May I wake
Bewildered
To another day
With function

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LOVE BIRDS

Tweet! Tweet ! Tweet!
I breathe the words
I sing
Musta be me
Musta be you
Flying side by side
Singing prominently with pride
I sit - I ponder
My wings they flutter
I listen for a cue
Then I coo
I wake you up
I dance in the sky
Bewildered I wonder why
The Tweet ! Tweet! Tweet!
Sang in my heart
And it musta be me
Tweet ! Tweet! Tweet!
Melting each other
And musta been you
That fell in love
Singing in the air
And yes I in your eyes
Stare
I gaze
In your face
I sing
I bring you this
Breath
I breathe
Love
And in the skies of blue
Again the singing may start
I breathe
I love you
Look at yourself
What else would I do?
Musta been me
Musta been you
Prominently cooing
Tweet ! Tweet!!
Still looking at you
I see
You are loving me!!!

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A STAR IS BORN

Breathless - be known
Birth - the precious womb
In the heavenly skies so bright
Images in thee radiant twilight
I see a pregnant star
Wishing upon
Also seeing from afar
The muse I reckon
Nurtures
The seeds be sewn
I am not alone
When I am with the stars
In my beautiful night
May they shed light
On my face
In my aura - my space
Truth be it known
The skies I own
I therefore meditate
Looking into my galaxy
And my little constellations
Twinkle in my eye
As I respect the sky
Bewildered I'll always wonder
While it amazes me
The reproduction
May the skies be saved
For a healthy star
And may mankind
Care or
Does its reflections
Merely mean nothing
And the muses sing
Swan songs
Sad songs
In harmony
Yes I breathe
And yet I leave
In fond memory
I was born
Remember me!!

MEMORIAL DAY POEM - Death Becomes You

I'm dead - my spirit lives on
I live in my grave six feet under
Roll over with the break of thunder
I think - I meditate
I instill thoughts in your head
My will - I contemplated
I did my best instead
Remember me - memories on your mind
What did I impress upon you
What I perceive , the talk I hear
My shadows of reflections you do not fear
Respect - Do you respect the dead
I sit - I ponder , I lay listening silently
Again in my grave - I subliminally suggest
I rest at peace and put it to the test
Each moment I bear, I draw conclusion
I'm alive knowing in my heart
When death overwhelms me, I see an illusion
I see imagery - images I impress
In your mind - my body will find
Then when I die - I have expectations
Thus respecting the truth of revelations
Life after death - I'll see the heavenly skies
And in my casket , I 'll hear your breath
Keeping my spirits clever and ever so wise...
Yes this I see that I am dead
And truth be known I visualize
I'll look down on earth from the heavenly skies
Hence! I reckon you will see me in my death
And when you look to the heavens still I will contemplate
And you will face me too at the Golden Gate..

I can't believe the stars in my eyes
I adore you!!  twinkling from afar
You showed me just what love is about
It's in the way you show your love
I start blushing! my eyes so bright
I love you more each waking night
I carried you in my womb, I cry
Each waking hour those happy tears
That carry me  through the  morning
Whatever you do? I keep on loving
I am thus a mother whose eyes are strong
And my little one of mine , could do no wrong
A little out of line!!  that's fine, I recognize
This in you my little charmer,, as days go by
That all those happy tears that I cry
Treading water at times in life - wondering why?
Mom's walking paths of life , pure of thought
While we give each other love that can't be bought..

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GUIDANCE WITH WORD

I mend my ways- reflections I write
Spending my time down memory lane
Impressing my mind with the vision of sight
What do I see? I see images in my head
I view a perception - I perceive

I give advice - then I recollect

That I have done my duty with self respect

Hence - I walk the extra mile - I  still give advice

I give a point  of  view - I am precise

The direction - I direct through words

The noun ! Per se the adjective

Senses personal thoughts I view

What is the probable perspective

I project my precious opinions

The power to see - I believe in me

The examination of the mental capacity

Is therefore a speculation in time

I create action - I use a verb

Redundant - I thus achieve -hence

I create a dream of high self efficacy

And then the mind - its power to read

The closing however potentially absurd

You listen in speech - you read the word

Learning - you are a student to the author

Day by day - word by written word

I taught - I drew conclusions

From which each motion implied may pend

My hand each path I walk , I lend

I guide - I preach - reading skills

I lead! the efficacy - Do you comprehend?

Imagery ! What do you see? A sentence!

Wow! Learning! Make the efficacy stand tall

A dactyl ? What now do you see?

Of written work - I believe thus this

Study the words - your mind doesn't know

The goal - perspective of written word

I see - you read out loud , I heard you speak

At a glimpse of an eye , I wonder why?

I project an opinion , bewildered

You do not understand? Try?

Study! Words of wisdom - I see

And efficacy lives on - Hence!

Thus intelligence...

 

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THE GHOSTLY HORROR


They are haunting me - vividly I see
Spirits alive within my soul - I tremble
They convey - they challenge me - I am oblivious
I seek reality! Spirits overwhelm me
They inflict pain - anger in my past
They taunt me - rivalry - is in my eyes
"see-- " I've possessed you." I contemplate
"I put you to the test - I live in you"
"I am a ghost" " I boo" "I scare you"
"My white cloudy form engulfs you"
Aghast I choke - he strangles
He strikes at the head - I have a concussion
I see ink blots - I have an IQ
I am thus psychologically analyzed
I see the quack - the shrink
Thus his strange tone of voice , he talks
He beckons a pardon me- " Do you hallucinate?"
I see - my spirits they then initiate
A psychiatric point of view - I am reluctant
I sit - I ponder at the thoughts
The ghost talks! "I'll get you"
I wonder what to do - I pace
The words of psychiatry , I trace
Still haunted - the ghost still boos
I see images - this I really do
I am trapped into society with whoa's
It is the reality - I really see you!
Yet the shrink - he evaluates
And indeed thus this is true
Scary that to be that of a patient
In psychiatry - the mind came and went....

ROARING STORMS

   
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ROARING STORMS


The lightening strikes in the distance with disturbance of thunder
The pouring rain floods as we embrace ourselves
To wonder the ultimate of time as we then ponder
The birds still chirp - and south they go
For flying- before the cold winter blizzards
The white snow flowing building mountains with thee
The hues of the rainbow casts only with the sun
Peeping out after the storms - mesmerized , I see
Beauteous blue skies with darkened clouds
Miraculous the formation - tremendously
The pupil - the eye , the iris as the rain drops
Compelling , the icy snow in the winter time- technically
The roaring storms cast caps along the waves
Of that deep seated ocean - and lakeside effects
God mysteriously a wonder and he also protects
Photographs and memories - an artists true grit
Capturing the eloquence of even seeing truly it
The treacherous winds violated withing the objects
I now see spring and am bewildered - I am trembling
The dreary winter has come to a completion
The cycle! the birds - in morn they chirp
And the skies - I wake to sunlit beauty
My eyes they are tranquilized - And I begin
To see hues beneath my raving skin
That they lead us not into temptation
Yet! Blessing - I wonder - the sunrise I see
Ultimately each new born day - amazes me.....